On a seriouser note:

Thanks so much for yall's prayers and help, we have no idea how a family could do this without the support system we have. It has been a humbling blessing to have the hands and feet of Jesus support us, (yall are the hands and feet, by the way).
BUT, one more monster prayer request: We still haven't sold the home that we moved out of in June. Please pray that we can get that done. Owning a home we dont live in is one of the last things we need right now.

Thanks,
BR

Laughable Larks in Lactation

There do be yorn fun pics:::

So I thought you all should know: We have video documentation attesting to this event, but I can't figure out a way to get the dang videos on here yet. If I can, have no worries, you’ll see this one: What e’er could I be talking about? Well, only the most humorous episode in the wacky life of our twin girls. As many of you know, the maternal instincts have already kicked in on the girls older. Well them instincts has done kicked it up a notch. Remember those ever so cute pictures of the girls bottle feeding their baby-dolls while we were bottle feeding the girls younger. So they only reacted naturally when they observed the nursing of the girls younger. Yes, its exactly what you're thinking. The girls older are now nursing their baby-dolls. And of course when you have twins some times you have to nurse two at a time, so the girls older not only nurse their baby-dolls but they do two at a time. (For you privacy/modesty nut cases, I have permission from my wife to relay this info, so there) It is 98% spectacularly-hysterically-cute and 2% a little weird. But 98% is an A+ right. We’ll take it.

Dude, where's my twin?

Mo' Money, Mo Problems

The truth is now we are just posting to get cute pictures out there for your viewing pleasure. Now I have to make up something that is either both informative or witty (or ideally both) about the girls. When I run out of material I just make fun of Mike Shula, but its getting to the point where that is a little too easy. Any way, every body is doing well, Elizabeth is healing quickly. The big girls don’t appear to be going through that “Omigosh-my-fifteen-minutes-are-over-these-new-primadonnas-have-stolen-the-spotlight-and-i-am-going-to-have-to-publicly-misbehave-to-get-everyone’s-attention-back-on-me-just-like-Lindsey-Lohan-or-go-on-a-reality-show-like-MC-Hammer” syndrome that people warned us about. They love the baby girls and kiss them on the toes: perdy steenking cute. When the big’uns see the littl’uns they say over and over again, “baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby” or something like that, maybe I don’t have enough “baby”s memorized. The big girls also like to imitate our tasks with the little girls, up to and including: bottle feeding, clothes-changing, and everyone’s favorite: diaper changing.